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School Uniform Palaver

The school child not in it clad To end up ‘Not Glad’: A sure vexing of his body with whip And final nursing of an inflamed hip … Also, a barbaric conversion into laborer Which makes his Disciplinarian A torturer… The school’s spear grasses to down mow And her refuse dumps in trucks tow. Still a freezing interview to face, Interviewers’ final finding “A Purposed Disgrace” For a child could a launderer grab in time To avoid The Unwashed School Uniform Crime … The Pardoned upon a second default To be shown his waiting vault.

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